Tonalità: C minor•
Verse 1
Aw yeah!
Right about now it's time
Eb
Bb
Eb
to get busy
Cm
Ab
Huh, straight out the box,
nonstop
Verse 2
Kurupt the Kingpin, Xzibit, Crooked I
Eb
Ab
Eb
(Wait a minute, um)
Cm
Crooked I:
Ab
This is the art of, manslaughter
When I'm rockin' I'm more shockin' than
droppin' a boom box in bath water
You entered the wrong scuffle
You catchin' a chrome buckle
I uppercut niggas hard enough to
break my own knuckles
Deliver the sick verbals
My shotty spit a round,
before you hit the ground,
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Ab
your body spin around, in six circles
Cm
Ab
Diminishin' infamous menaces
I'm waitin' to get dicced, if not,
Cm
I'm a start finishin' innocents
Lyrics (lyrics), I'm
Ab
breezin the region
Freezin g's in your legion
Freakin' ancient techniques when
Gm
Cm
I'm speakin' phoenician
Ab
It's all about Crooked
These bitches shout Crooked
I'll make you say the West Coast
Eb
Ab
ain't shit without Crooked
I own a vicious label,
niggas'll get disabled
When I'm spittin' rhymes written
on project kitchen tables
I load this 4- 5 and let slugs dive at ya
Now that's for Crooked I,
the scrap happy, mic snatcha
Verse 3
Ab
Daz: Motherfuccers can you dig that,
huh?
Gm
Cm
Ab
Cm
Can you fucc with this?
Ab
Let's get Kurupt the Kingpin to
Cm
fucc y'all niggas up
Ab
y'all don't want to see none
of this west coast MC shit
Cm
Gm
Cm
Yeah, how you like
Ab
me now motherfucker!?!
Fm
Verse 4
Ab
Terror starts,
in the midst of your heart, starts
The storm, my vocals float like arts
Cm
In the mystic state of mind,
Ab
when I create a rhyme
My microphone massacres
every year the same time
Gm
Cm
Ab
With audio amputations,
vocal thoughts of a loud talker
Up against the microphone night stalker
With a tendency of bashing
MCs, like ten of me
As you can see I continue mashin'
Caboom, the room gets cleared
Ab
as my views get clearer
Extra- terrestrial microphone terror
In effect, get infected
Tell me what the fucc you expected
Eb
Cm
These venomous injections
Ab
I leave whole sections,
and sections full of injections
From these poisenous melod
Cm
Gm
ies and selections
Cm
Ab
I select the methods
of slow anguish
I mangle shit with my language
Cm
Ab
Tell me, have you ever seen one elope
With the microphone
In a scandal like abilities to make
Cm
Ab
MCs explode
Baboom, alone in my own zone
So don't compare me to none
Gm
Not one's nearly
Cm
Severe, 'cause I severely,
Ab
Eb
Ab
impare MCs
Near me, oppose and fear me,
Cm
I got plots and theories
Sincerely,
Ab
I could have the spot locked
Niggas get stoned for
touching microphones
Cm
Ab
with no knowledge on how to rock
Cm
Ab
Daz: Yeah, back in effect,
Verse 5
Ab
it don't stop
Gm
Turn your speakers up,
Cm
Ab
DJ Battlecat on the table
We fuckin' it up like this and like that,
Cm
Ab
Cm
yeah
Ab
Got my homeboy Xzibit in the
Cm
motherfuccin' house
Alkaholiks!
Ab
Cm
Xzibit: When I was enlis
Verse 6
Ab
ted
I came to the table double fisted
Sadistic, heavy artillery, for all my enemies
Bust shots up in the sky
screamin' obsenities
Make niggas sport cackies and
chucks from hear to Italy
Gm
Ab
It'll be, a cold day in Hell
when you see Xzibit fail
Act like a bitch on bail,
Eb
tuck tail, and run
Cm
Ab
See we do it how it can't be done
I'm the rough cut,
Cm
plus how the west was won
Ab
Or direct descendant of the gatling gun
Don't test me son,
Eb
you fucc around and catch you one
Gm
Cm
That ain't a threat,
Ab
that's a promise I can definitely keep
You can't compete wit' 25 niggas
Eb
wit' heat in the street
Ab
Cm
Ready to repeat,
Ab
Eb
round after after round at you
Ab
All hell break lose when the
whole Pound come through
Cm
Gm
Cm
Ab
I found that you and yours,
can never fucc wit' mine
I own shit but gimme some
Cm
more like Busta Rhymes
Gm
Cm
Cross the line,
Ab
now you gotta pay the piper
I'm The Alkaholik sniper,
that be keepin' the crowds hyper
It's ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Can't stop till me and my
Gm
niggas is platinum plus
Cm
Ab
My Dogg Kurupt
Verse 7
Ab
Daz: Yeah,
Yeah, y'all can't fucc
Ab
wit' that
Interlude 1
Cm
Ab
Verse 8
That's what I'm talkin' about
Cm
West coast,
we been doin' this shit for years
Ab
ain't nothin' happenin' wit'
Ab
Gm
Cm
Gm
Cm
that
(Don't step up)
Right, right
Ab
Cm
(Don't step up,
Ab
unles you want to get hurt)
Cm
Huh, huh, huh
Verse 9
(Get get get get hurt)
Whatcha say
Motherfuccas that be hangin'
in the battle
Cm
(Get hurt, get get get get hurt)
Ab
Cm
That's what I'm talkin' about
Daz Dillinger
Ab
(Don't step up, unless
Cm
you want to get hurt)
Ab
Cm
Break it down, break it down
Huh
Ab
Verse 10
Cm
(mixed with
Eb
Cm
Battlecat's scratching)
Verse 11
Outro 1
Motherfuccas can't fade this shit
Cm
Cm
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